The Ballad of Roomba, Part 1.

While the potato battery is prepped for it’s final stage, I thought I’d take a moment for something more fun.

Gather round children and I’ll tell you a tale. The tale of a simpleton, lifted to such heights, though his stature was small. A tale of conflict, triumph, and tragedy.

This is, Roomba. It’s not a very imaginative name, or even a unique one. But it is his.

This is Roomba’s house. While it looks like everyone else’s house on the block, which can sometimes be a pain, at the end of a hard day vacuuming it’s where Roomba likes to relax.

And so for a long time Roomba has lived his simple little life, on his simple little block, in his simple little house, and done his simple little job. But there is a change on the wind and Roomba must be ready.

Roomba’s body is tough, like a good worker is, but he is only so smart. If he is to survive, he must be more than Roomba.

Ha-ha, sorry to do it to you, but it was multipart or nothing. Potato powered Stellarator? Sure why not. Room temperature superconducting potatoes containing the plasma from a fusion reaction. What could possibly go wrong?